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She inaudibly screamed. “I knew it. How was it?”
“It felt like I was talking to a real human or a random dude.”
“Let me guess, you prefer that setting than the office?”
I shrugged my shoulders and continued eating my food. I couldn’t muster up any complete words or thoughts at this time.
“Do you like him?”
“I’m attracted to him.”
She didn’t respond but instead took us home.
Abigail was sleeping over tonight because we had to do college documents tomorrow into this weekend, and then sadly, she’s leaving some days after to get things for herself sorter out for the upcoming move.
As soon as we got in, we did skin care and laid in bed. I forgot how much I loved being around her. Due to her ever so frequent travels, we barely see each other in person and it doesn’t help that she does majority of her classes online. But whenever we do get together, it’s always the best time, and tonight’s a great example of that.
It’s always easier to be around someone who makes you forget you have a partially shitty life and trust me she could make me forget everything.
Dillon
Getting back from the club last night, I was greeted by a very daunting note. It shook every ounce of tiredness from my body and all my previously felt emotions, turn into disgust. I really hate her.
To: Dillon T Xander
Don’t think that because the divorce is
over, I’m leaving.
I will get what I want. ~A.
I was not only repulsed that she was still finding ways to contact me, but even more so that she’s got the address of this penthouse building.
As soon as I awoke and got up and dressed, I called the divorce agency. In explaining the problem to them, the only possible response I was told was that the letters are classified as empty threats.
I didn’t need this negativity, not now, not today. Not ever. I just wanted peace of mind, and thanks to some people, I’ll never be able to get that.
I was upset and I had the right to be.
I’m tired. It’s been over five years, and I gave her an additional three years to get herself together and change for the sake of our marriage, but she chose the nuclear option. She chose to be difficult. She chose to be downright awful. How can a woman who cheated, lied, and betrayed someone throughout the entire relationship possibly be the one with the most scars?
I sat on my couch for a bit with pebbles in my lap and how ironic was it that getting a dog was her idea.
I wanted to get my exercise in, paint, and finish up any reports for Monday morning. These were the parts of my life that made me feel human, the parts that made me feel like more of a normal person and less of a “spoiled billionaire tycoon.”
I was beyond grateful for all the wealth I’ve amassed and the amazing life I lived, but with that comes labeling— most of which are false. Very false. In reality, I was just as human as the other person— I just didn’t have the chance to live a normal life.
Most saw me as an egotistical maniac who stumbled upon wealth. I saw all the tabloids, the articles, and the comments, and each time, it left a sting in my chest and a bitter taste in my mouth.
If people started asking the question of “why I act the way I act” versus assuming I’m an asshole, then things would be a lot easier. But men, especially women like me, in this high-ranking, powerful position, don’t get that.
The thoughts continued to consume me until I decided it was time to get up and get some work done.
12 pm
I had just finished getting ready for the day and went downstairs to make brunch. I made it a point of duty to get ready even when I was just staying home. The mind will wake up once your body does, and if you stay sluggish all day, then you’ll get zero productivity.
Growing up around my grandparents, I picked up on a few skills. I knew how to cook, wash, clean, sew, paint, write, and the list goes on. The only thing I really never got around to was baking pastries.
